" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

So i mentioned a while ago that my folks were going to put my dog to sleep. They didn't. She's still hanging on, but she's not eating anything regularly except a little bit of egg nog. I always thought the phrase "skin and bone" was just a slight hyperbole to evoke horror and sympathy in literature, but there is nowhere on her where there is anything that feels like flesh.

The whole thing is just awful and prolongs everyone's suffering. And sorry to mention it, but I just.

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If someone does the “Fine, you’re right, I’m clearly a terrible person, I’m Satan, I’m the worst person alive, I should just die” thing in response to criticism of their harmful behavior, they are trying to manipulate people and flip the situation around so that they look like a victim.

As a neuroscientist I have to disagree with the perception that anyone is doing mathematical modeling of cognitive intelligence, yet; intelligence as an economist defines it, yes, but economists are worlds away from actual cognition.

Although it is outside the purview of this organization to offer personal advice, we can say -- without assuming any liability -- that previous experience indicates (and recent market studies corroborate) that given the present condition of the marketplace, continuing with your present course of action is likely to result in substantial in

This afternoon, I went to take my compost out, and found a trash bag in the compost bin. WTF. I hauled it out and opened it up, and promptly found junk mail addressed to the apartments across the street, #3. Dumbfucks.

It's now on their front stoop, and I left a polite voicemail with the owners of the property.

In other news, I am planning to make the bathroom not-so-hideous. It's currently a complete shitshow. I'm going to have the whole thing gutted at some point (after we put in a second bath upstairs) and redone with hex tile on the floor and subway tile in the bath, but for now, I'm thinking bamboo floors would be nice. It'll give me a chance to see how they hold up.

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“I’m guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk,” Charles Wick said. “It was very complicated.”

Random complaint: I have been handy about the house since I was a kid, and have been fixing up old houses since 1998. I used to work for a company that specialized in old house restoration, I used to co-own a company that specialized in vintage hardware, and have done work on at least a dozen old houses. I specialized in vintage plumbing, but I am also fluent with electrical, framing, and basic finish carpentry. I can lay tile, and have taught others to lay tile. I used to, naively, think that the reason people invariably talk to me like I have no idea what I'm doing was because I was young. As I got older I thought they were underestimating my age, and therefore my experience. Now that I'm all old and gray-haired, it's impossible to ignore that it's just my vagina that leads people to talk to me like I am clueless and helpless around home improvement.

I'm so, so fucking sick of it.

In general, I'm sick of being talked to like I'm incompetent just because I'm female.

In general, I'm fucking sick of people underestimating women just because we have tits and vaginas.

My own household is an egalitarian dream, but as soon as I interact with people outside of our little paradise, it's back to being talked to like I'm a retarded version of a man.

I am horrified that this is the world I'm sending my daughters out into; a world where, by virtue of their sex, they will be treated as nincompoops by default.

Fuck all of this bullshit.

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“I’m guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk,” Charles Wick said. “It was very complicated.”

Fuck Fuck FuckRIP George MichaelOK 2016 we get the message you can just fucking stop now, 'k?

what the fuck?

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" It's just that Depeche Mode were a bunch of optimistic loveburgers."- TGRR, shaming himself forever, 7/8/2017

"Billy, when I say that ethics is our number one priority and safety is also our number one priority, you should take that to mean exactly what I said. Also quality. That's our number one priority as well. Don't look at me that way, you're in the corporate world now and this is how it works."- TGRR, raising the bar at work.

Random complaint: I have been handy about the house since I was a kid, and have been fixing up old houses since 1998. I used to work for a company that specialized in old house restoration, I used to co-own a company that specialized in vintage hardware, and have done work on at least a dozen old houses. I specialized in vintage plumbing, but I am also fluent with electrical, framing, and basic finish carpentry. I can lay tile, and have taught others to lay tile. I used to, naively, think that the reason people invariably talk to me like I have no idea what I'm doing was because I was young. As I got older I thought they were underestimating my age, and therefore my experience. Now that I'm all old and gray-haired, it's impossible to ignore that it's just my vagina that leads people to talk to me like I am clueless and helpless around home improvement.

I'm so, so fucking sick of it.

In general, I'm sick of being talked to like I'm incompetent just because I'm female.

In general, I'm fucking sick of people underestimating women just because we have tits and vaginas.

My own household is an egalitarian dream, but as soon as I interact with people outside of our little paradise, it's back to being talked to like I'm a retarded version of a man.

I am horrified that this is the world I'm sending my daughters out into; a world where, by virtue of their sex, they will be treated as nincompoops by default.

Fuck all of this bullshit.

have you considered the possibility that people talk to you like you're an idiot, not because of your gender, but rather - most everybody is an idiot?

Random complaint: I have been handy about the house since I was a kid, and have been fixing up old houses since 1998. I used to work for a company that specialized in old house restoration, I used to co-own a company that specialized in vintage hardware, and have done work on at least a dozen old houses. I specialized in vintage plumbing, but I am also fluent with electrical, framing, and basic finish carpentry. I can lay tile, and have taught others to lay tile. I used to, naively, think that the reason people invariably talk to me like I have no idea what I'm doing was because I was young. As I got older I thought they were underestimating my age, and therefore my experience. Now that I'm all old and gray-haired, it's impossible to ignore that it's just my vagina that leads people to talk to me like I am clueless and helpless around home improvement.

I'm so, so fucking sick of it.

In general, I'm sick of being talked to like I'm incompetent just because I'm female.

In general, I'm fucking sick of people underestimating women just because we have tits and vaginas.

My own household is an egalitarian dream, but as soon as I interact with people outside of our little paradise, it's back to being talked to like I'm a retarded version of a man.

I am horrified that this is the world I'm sending my daughters out into; a world where, by virtue of their sex, they will be treated as nincompoops by default.

Fuck all of this bullshit.

have you considered the possibility that people talk to you like you're an idiot, not because of your gender, but rather - most everybody is an idiot?

not saying that's the case - but, you know - it's possible . . .

Ever feel like you're having the same conversations over and over?

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"I was fine until my skin came off. I'm never going to South Attelboro again."